Ah, no, no, no! I meant put away things like underwear and stuff. Why’d you write me down?! What are you trying to do?!

Mo Zhiyuan hurriedly clarified what she meant. “Underwear, stockings, that kind of thing. Put it away!”

“Squelch~~”

Xiaoxiao cupped Zhiyuan’s cheeks in both hands and squeezed them inward. Her eyes seemed to tell Zhiyuan she was dead serious.

As Mo Xiaoxiao saw it, letting outsiders see her brother like this was practically asking them to commit a crime—especially the men! Anyone who saw such a cuuute brother was bound to turn into a ravening wolf!

A classic Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood situation.

Xiaoxiao would protect her big brother’s chastity!

“He’s my good so— (crossed out) good bro. It’s fine! Besides, he just lent us money to get by.”

“That makes it even more dangerous!” Mo Xiaoxiao shot back.

Uh, well...

Mo Xiaoxiao excitedly scribbled away—

“He’ll use that money to get closer to my brother.”

Uh...

“Then he’ll get some dirt on my brother!”

Uh... huh?!

“And then pin my brother against the wall, pull him into his arms, press him onto the bed, and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it—”

Holy crap, hit the brakes, Xiaoxiao! The first two lines were still normal, but that third one came out of nowhere!

Mo Zhiyuan’s little face flushed bright red, and she cut Mo Xiaoxiao off before she could keep writing.

She was genuinely afraid that if Mo Xiaoxiao kept going, she’d write some kind of “masterpiece” that would shock the world—and Mo Zhiyuan herself would be the protagonist.

Sure, she was already a seasoned pro (lesbian) and knew a hundred times more than Xiaoxiao about that kind of thing. By all rights, she should’ve been able to keep a straight face.

But when Xiaoxiao put it like that, Mo Zhiyuan couldn’t help picturing herself being pinned against a wall, pulled into someone’s arms, pressed onto a bed, and... well, you know. Anyone who could keep a straight face in that situation had to be crazy!

“He really is just a good friend of mine! It’s fine.”

Even as she explained that to Mo Xiaoxiao, Mo Zhiyuan still felt uneasy.

Come to think of it, she wasn’t the brawny guy she used to be anymore. Now she was a delicate little girl who’d topple over if someone gave her a shove.

Or, at 152 centimeters tall, she could even count as a loli by the standards of Huaguo, where the average height kept climbing year after year. Shouldn’t she be a little more alert?

If she kept living with a man’s mindset and didn’t correct her old habits, she might cause some kind of serious trouble down the line.

Hmm, hmm... From now on, I’m a girl... I’m a girl... Everything I do has to meet a girl’s standards...

“Work hard, worker soul. We’re all better than the rest...”

Oh, shit, motherfucker?! He’s here already?! Is my good son really that desperate to see his dad?

The phone screen lit up, and the ringtone started playing. Mo Zhiyuan’s little face suddenly turned wonderfully expressive.

She picked up her phone. The caller’s profile picture had the name “Chu Yao” beside it. Mo Zhiyuan looked at it as if she’d seen something terribly ominous and couldn’t help covering her face.

They were going to meet face-to-face in a little while anyway, but Mo Zhiyuan still instinctively hung up.

Mo Zhiyuan hurriedly sent him a message: “Where are you?”

Chu Yao stood on a street in Tianhe District, holding three boxes of pork-chop rice and staring blankly at the screen that showed his call had been declined.

His fingers blurred as they flew across the phone screen, then he jabbed down hard.

“What the hell? Just answer my call already!”

“Ahem... It’s not very convenient right now. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll come down to meet you.”

Mo Zhiyuan sent him a “good luck, you’re on your own” sticker and got ready to head out.

If she could, she’d have had Chu Yao come up himself. But the roads around her place were pretty confusing, and first-time visitors would probably get lost, so she had no choice but to go out and meet him.

“I’m heading out. Remember to put away all the underwear and panties and stuff.”

Mo Zhiyuan reminded her, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and was just about to leave when she suddenly froze.

When she tried to fit her stocking-clad feet into the shoes she usually wore, they were so loose she couldn’t get them to stay on. The moment she lifted a leg, a shoe fell right off. It was kind of awkward.

【Sigh! I’ll just wear slippers!】

Mo Zhiyuan steeled herself, fished a pair of Xiaoxiao’s little white bunny plush slippers out of the shoe cabinet, slipped them on, shut the door, and jogged off.

Thud—

“Ah!”

She crashed straight into two soft mounds. Then an incredible springiness bounced her backward through the air for a few centimeters, and she landed on her butt in the hallway.

“Oh my, oh my, my~ What an adorable little girl...”

A lovely, mature woman’s voice, rich and magnetic yet refined, drifted into her ears. Then came the soft tap-tap of high heels against the floor.

“Little girl, are you okay?”

Standing before her was a refined big sister, with wavy black hair that somehow looked incredibly soft and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She was a total beauty.

Mo Zhiyuan was still dazed, staring silently at the pair of proud peaks on her chest.

【Did I just get bounced away by those two ridiculously huge... White Rabbit Milk Candies?】

What a score!

“Um...”

Hm? Huh?!

Mo Zhiyuan snapped back to her senses and hurriedly bowed to her, writing “I’m sorry” in a little notebook she carried around.

“Oh my... Little girl, are you mute... I mean, can’t you speak?”

The big sister covered her mouth in surprise. Then a hint of pity appeared in her eyes, and Mo Zhiyuan felt a faint flicker of displeasure.

Mo Zhiyuan didn’t want anyone looking at her with that kind of pity.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak; she just had to pay a price for it. And even if she really were mute, she still wouldn’t want anyone to pity her or look down on her.

“Goodbye.”

The big sister in front of her didn’t seem hurt, so Mo Zhiyuan hastily pulled on the slipper that had flown off and jogged around the corner, disappearing from view.

“Oh my, she ran off.”

The sexy, refined big sister touched her cheek, her eyes seeming to hold the image of Mo Zhiyuan’s retreating figure long after she’d vanished...

“Well, whatever.”

She put her key in the door and turned it, entering her own apartment—the one directly across from Mo Zhiyuan’s...

Mo Zhiyuan hurried down the stairwell. Well, not exactly hurried—she went down one step at a time, timid as a little hamster, not daring to skip down two or three steps at once.

She couldn’t help it. She was scared.

She’d gotten a rough idea of how fragile this body was. It wasn’t quite like being a baby, but she was basically the sort of person who’d topple over from a shove. There was no way she’d dare take the stairs like she used to as a guy.

【If I were still a guy, I could jump down twelve steps in one go...】

This is not something you should try. Good kids, don’t copy it.#

Besides, a pretty girl like her going down two or three steps at a time would look like some kind of freak.

Most importantly, there was a good chance she’d flash someone.

“Huff... huff...” After going down three or four flights, Mo Zhiyuan stopped to catch her breath.

She’d been a little too hasty just now. She really should’ve asked if she’d hurt her when they bumped into each other, right?

If she got the chance, she’d apologize to her again.